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October 29, 2009

the radio doesn’t have pictures either

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There’s a bar called St. Mary’s deep in the Mission. Named after the church around the corner. I was in there with Nick, aka Nicky Stixx, having a beer after work. A couple got up and left, a guy went to get cigarettes and Nick went to take a piss while an older woman went out for a smoke. Just like that I was alone with the bartender in the bar. Things happen so fast.

“Give me a cigarette bitch!” I hear a kid say to the woman.

“You’re too young,” she said.

“You better suck my dick then,” he said.

That got me out of my seat. He was so young! Maybe 14. Maybe five two. Diamonds in his ears. Black hoodie.

“What’s your problem, kid?” I ask.

“Fucking puto, I’ll cut you up,” he replies. A big old knife comes out of the hoody’s pocket. Brass handle, long thin blade. Good for gutting fish.

I walked back to the bar and called 911. Second time this week. I look out the door to see which way he’s going and he comes back again, saying, “I’ve got Norta behind me.”

Gang shit. He was so young. He doesn’t even know what’s gonna happen to him if he stabs me. That’s why he isn’t scared.

5 Comments

  1. ah, that took some work. I won’t lie. But my ability to give you shit was too important to give up.
    it seemed…well, it would take too much work to explain the problems I had posting comments. It would also diminish the social crisis that is apparently growing in the Richmond District. Two 911 calls in one week? And each one involved a blade and threats of violence? WTF? I’ve been in Portsmouth a month and only one person has said, “What are yew lookin’ at?” in a way that made me walk the other direction.
    I would recommend carrying a handgun but the chances of you shooting yourself as much higher than you protecting yourself. Maybe a fake gun?

    Comment by oggybleacher — October 30, 2009 @ 10:19 am

  2. both these dust ups occurred in the mission, so i guess I’ll stay here in the Richmond. Too many people want to be tough guys these days. I need to change the subtitle of my blog from tough guy poetry to just trying to live in peace poetry.

    Comment by Rolston — October 30, 2009 @ 9:18 pm

  3. Working the graveyard in a big city ER gives me some insight into this phenom. I thought when I started I would see gang rapes, people shot up with machine guns, busted skulls, arms chopped off with cleavers, people set on fire with rubbing alcohol, multiple stab wounds etc. Well I have seen all those things and more but the most prevalent thing I see are wimpy sally pussy stab wounds and really fat people getting sicker and sicker.

    The stab wounds are usually over really stupid shit, one guy jumps another his buddy is standing on the side lines and decides to pull a blade. Bang. some 17 year old kid dies over a stupid fight. Three guys in an elevator in the projects at a party, two guys share a joint. Third guy wants in. Second guy says no way punk get your own weed. third guy stabs first guy cause he has da joint.

    Some kid walking in the wrong neighborhood gets jumped by twenty kids and they splatter his brain matter all over the side walk cause they didn’t know him. turns out he was a cousin of one of the kids that killed him.

    husband and wife getting drunk, husband smacks his ol lady around a little. he passes out. she is still steaming so she empties a bottle of rubbing alcohol on him and uses his favorite zippo to ignite him in his sleep.

    stupid shit happen.

    Comment by Capn Al — October 31, 2009 @ 7:34 am

  4. You’re still a tough guy, you just encountered tougher guys and those tougher guys just happened to be young children.

    Comment by lyle_s — October 31, 2009 @ 6:13 pm

  5. I watch gangland on cable at Sophia’s. It’s all about young kids wanting respect. Needing family. I’m not gonna fight a kid who doesn’t care if he’s pulling a blade in front of a restaurant window full of families eating pizza. It was so bizarre. Not that I should fight him, I think people should speak up more often when weird shit is happening.

    Comment by Rolston — November 1, 2009 @ 11:21 pm

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